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Each Apple is the First

Title: Each Apple is First


Author Eglantine_br


Rating G


Word Count 634


Spoilers None


Disclaimer-- this is Bush but younger.


I made Amy up.





        Each Apple is the First








It was dark beneath the trees, and he
could smell the dampness. He could hear the heavy sound of flies and
the plink of water into the rain-barrel. But most of all, for the
first time in 20 months, Will Bush could hear the sounds of being
alone. All alone. The other mids were eating breakfast, reveling in
soft tack and bacon. That was well. But he had eaten himself full
with speed. He had in mind another gluttony.




And here it was. Or he was. In the
little door-yard behind the inn. (It really did have a tower. He'd
checked.) All alone. Nobody within fathoms of him. He could feel the
sun on his back and hair. It was going to be warm. The grass was
soaked with dew. The day would be fair., therefore. He had gone to
see at 12, but he remembered the land well enough to know that.




There were little wooden steps that
crooked down into the grass. Grey lichen covered them. They were not
clean, not sturdy. Scrub them five minutes with a bible, and they
would fall apart. He smiled at them. They were perfect. Still, he
settled his bottom quietly, not to damage them. He and they would
crouch here, forgotten, together.




Will Bush took a breath so deep that
his ribs ached. He held it a moment, and let it out slow. Alone. It
was delicious.




He raised his eyes to the sun, he
closed his lids to feel it sparkle there. He had been sitting
sometime thus when the little door behind him creaked.




He felt the weight of a gaze on the
back of his neck. He turned, ready to growl at the intrusion. But the
harsh words dried on his tongue.




“I did not see you there, Miss.” It
was the girl Amy.




He was on his feet now. She smiled at
him, and it was a good smile. She had a spray of freckles across her
nose, and her eyes were warm.




“I did not mean to intrude,” She
said.




“It is no intrusion at all.”




To his surprise, this was so. She was
dressed decently this time. He could look at her. She was neat and
round, and so small, compared to Will. She was not much bigger than
his middle sister, but nothing like a sister in the heat of his
thoughts.




“I brought you something.” She
said. “Thought you might like--”




And from the pocket of her white apron
she pulled an apple. It was perfect, blemishless, warm from the heat
of her hand. She took his astonished smile for thanks, and returned
it with one of her own.




She sat down on the step, tucking her
skirts around her feet. So then he could sit too, and he did.






His teeth cut through the skin of it,
and his mouth was already watering. The taste was bright in his
mouth, vivid as a dream.




Amy watched him eat, and gave a
contented wiggle, like a settling hen.


“Thank you, Miss.” Will said. “I
had not had an apple in a year.”




“A year, just imagine.” She said.




“No girls at sea either.” She
ventured.




“No, not really, Miss.” He said.




He had finished the apple when she did
it. He was holding the core in his hand. Her hand was on his arm, and
she leaned in close, and her mouth found his, soft, soft, and the
tasting of apples. And he was 17, and he'd never, it was nothing
like a sisters kiss at all.




She was on her feet now, and he was
looking up.




“I'll see you later.” She said.
























Comments

( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
amaraal
Oct. 15th, 2011 09:15 pm (UTC)
You should write your own novel! Honestly.

I don't know why people don't comment... Lazy folk they are :)

I'm dead tired. I wrote a fic for the mer_ficathon and translated it. More soon. An email with some lovely apple tree pics. We had and still have tons of apples on every single tree...

Have a nice... night?

He raised his eyes to the sun, he closed his lids to feel it sparkle there.

Loved this line especially :)
eglantine_br
Oct. 16th, 2011 01:20 am (UTC)
I love when I get comments. It is such a boost.

I am having a nice night, you must be fast asleep by now, all you across the ocean people. One of the best things about livejournal is how it makes the world seem so small and warm.

I would love to see apple tree pics. We have the apples in Brooklyn, but no apple trees. Goodnight.
bauhiniakapok
Sep. 20th, 2016 06:36 am (UTC)
I totally agree! Your fics are all so very good and I am shocked when there are no comments. I can only hope that they got loads of comments on following_sea. Some day I will read through all of those, just to see the comments, but it's easier for me to navigate through the storyline here on your own site.
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